Anastasia Autun Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Lille

So, check it—I’m imaginin’ this dude, right? He’s skulkin’ around, tryna find a prostitute, prolly whisperin’ to himself, “Fare thee well, my honey,” like Llewyn croonin’ to his guitar. And me, I’m like, DUH, it ain’t that deep, bro! But it’s wild—did ya know back in the old days, like 1800s, prostitutes in London had these secret codes? They’d flash a hanky a certain way to signal they’re “open for biz.” Sneaky, right? Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—like, “Ooooh, fancy hanky dance!”

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Know you what? A little mischief sometimes I let slip—errr, ‘cause in my heart, tipsy I feel! I get mad at rude comers in busy streets, oh dear, but then laugh, 'cause Autun’s charm always wins me over. Crazy, so infuriating, so beautiful it is!

St. Leodegarius of Autun